In talking with my cousin today, the day after the funeral, I mentioned this trouser challenge. We spent some good moments considering what would have happened had his trousers slipped their moorings.
Imagine if he had been carrying the coffin to the hearse using both hands when his trousers dropped to his ankles. What to do? If he let go of the coffin to grab his trousers, the whole group might drop the coffin. That wouldn’t do.
If the trousers slipped down around his ankles and he couldn’t pull them up, then he would have to shuffle bare legged to the hearse. It might be the beginning of a whole new funeral dance.
I can’t imagine what the relatives would have said or done had that really happened, but the image of that predicament gives me a smile, and I hope it will cause some joy when sadness threatens to overwhelm.